Life without Art

life withtout art is not life
art the infectious drive to get a start
ignites the soul to dance through the dark night
life's magic spell
voices in my head want to tell
feelings under my skin qwickly swell
art is what we call
when we capture the colors of fall
what we describe upon seeing a crimson leaf fall
art is what mends hearts
life has left no one else to understand
feelings that often are not ours just infected
flu of the mind or virus of our soul?
solstice of our destiny that came and flew
just to say nothing paint nothing just to leave art